There is a peace that dwells within the breast,

When all without is stormy and distrest;

There is a light that gilds the darkest hour,

When dangers thicken, and when tempests lower;

That calm is faith, and hope and love is given;

That peace remains when all beside is riven,

That light shines down to man direct from heaven.

James Edmeston.

The roaring tumult of the billowed sea

Awakes him not: high on the crested surge,